I don't know how long it has passed, the energy of Lingshi burst was also exhausted. Dantian Yuanli was almost exhausted. Ye Feng was just supporting it, and he didn't know when he would fall.
What he didn't see was that the flame face in front of him was also weakened to the extreme.
The ghost face is getting more and more nihillery, and the black flames are slowly fading.
Both of them, both expect the other party to fall first.
Alas!
At a certain moment, the gray eyes on the ghost face suddenly opened up, turning out two substantial gray lines, and shot into Ye Feng's mind.
After doing all of this, the breath of the flames of the source began to fall quickly. It seems that it has done the last trace of power, trying to defeat Ye Feng.
As the gray line mang entered his mind, Ye Feng's body was stiff, and the Qingming, which was barely maintained, finally annihilated, completely caught in the illusion.
This is a gray silent world. The heavy sky hangs over the top of the head, and the depression makes people breathless. The four wilds are fogmented, and the gray ashes are falling.
Looking down, there are interlaced white bones scattered everywhere, and the corpses are across the wild, as if there is no end.
"Here ... Is it hell?"
Ye Feng was horrified, but he quickly reacted and was dragged into the illusion.
But knowing that it is one thing, it is another thing to break the fantasy realm.
Dragging his tired body, he moved forward mechanically. Wherever he went, he was exactly the same scene. There was no life atmosphere, and some were just silent and white bones.
I don't know how long in the past, Ye Feng stopped breathlessly, cold sweat on his forehead, a trace of fear permeated in his heart.
This is like a world without a way out. It is monotonous and endless. Only in it can you feel the kind of loneliness and despair.
Wow!
Zisha Xuanhuo was sprayed, bombarded around, and the powerful flames did not cause any movement.
The heavens and the earth are leisurely, let the purple fire incinerate.
"Break me!"
As a sinking god, Ye Feng once again used Zi Sha Xuanhuo to fight with the mental power again, turning into a sharp sword, and chopped into the gray Tianyu.
The blue sword was cut off, and the sky just fluctuated slightly, and there was no trace of rupture.
"What should I do?"
Ye Feng's heart was stunned.
This gray world is like an eternal cage. There is no entrance or exit. Neither the mystery and spiritual power cannot be opened.
Perhaps Qingwu Youhuo is fine, but at this moment, the source of Youhuo was almost consumed, and it was no longer possible to drive again.
Is it ... Is it like that, will you be imprisoned here forever?
No, no.
Everything in front of you is not real, but you have been blinded by your eyes. As long as it is an illusion, you can break it.
"Everything is obtained by fate, the origin is destroyed, and the fate is still there, but so is it ..."
In his mind, the light flashed, and he suddenly thought of the words engraved on the "riot" residual roll, and he couldn't help but whisper.
The practice method of "riots" in the third realm of Bi Luo's seventh realm. In addition to the meridian operation, it is more about cultivation of mentality. The purpose ... can be stabilized.
There is also a difference between the illusion. Ordinary illusion is just an illusion. In popular terms, it is the eye -catching method. The unstable people are easy to lose their minds and fall into it.
High -level illusion is extremely rare. There are rumors that some wizards can be used to build a real illusion world with mental power. Killing people are invisible.
What Ye Feng was sure of was that after suffering several severe injuries, Honglian Yehuo should no longer be able to display the second illusion.
Otherwise, he would not be safe and sound.
After reciting it over and over again, Ye Feng's mind gradually became silent. Eventually, he even forgot where he was. He only felt that the divine sea was ethereal and his body was light, as if he was about to ascend.
…
Within the huge seal, a huge red lotus could be seen burning and rotating in the distance. In the central stamen, a ghostly face and a human figure were in a confrontation, both of them motionless.
The grimace kept changing, staring ferociously at Ye Feng who was sitting cross-legged, and from time to time he would spit out jets of black flames, trying to burn him to ashes.
puff!
But on Ye Feng's chest, there is an inscription that exudes chill and dissipates the power of the scorching fire. In addition, there is an inscription that exudes a faint yellow halo, continuously releasing vague energy, nourishing his body.
body.
At this time, the "Turtle Breath" inscription finally played a huge role.
Without this inscription, there would be no chance of Ye Feng's life in the confrontation between the two sides.
Looking carefully, wisps of chaotic aura were gradually rising from Ye Feng's body, attracting the black flames emanating from the ghostly face bit by bit.
Ye Feng, who was caught in the illusion, didn't know that his recitation of the "riot" mental method would automatically trigger a strange state. After adapting to the burning of the black flames, he actually turned against the guest and began to plunder the energy from the ghost face.
If it were an ordinary person, it would be absolutely unbearable to face such dark energy, but for Ye Feng who has practiced "riot", it is not too difficult.
Wisps of black flames entered the meridians and began to be absorbed by the body. The meridians, which had been burned and curled up, squirmed and regained life.
…
Time passed by minute by second, and two days passed in the blink of an eye. The meridians in Ye Feng's body gradually repaired, and because of the energy of the black flame, they were stronger than before.
Unfortunately, under such a fierce fight, the two inscriptions "Extreme Cold" and "Meaning" finally ran out of energy and completely exploded.
The remaining inscription "Turtle Breath", the elemental power released has become intermittent and will collapse at any time.
On the third day, "Turtle Breath" jumped suddenly and exploded immediately.
If he can continue, Ye Feng can persevere. At that time... I am afraid that he will be a blessing in disguise and elevate his cultivation to a new level.
This was something that even he himself had not thought of.
Originally, he had to rely on the yin body of the Killing God Moon to bear the force that was pulled into the center of the flower by the ghostly face. However, under the "riot" triggered unconsciously, not only was it harmless, but... he was nourished.
So much so that the Qingwu Nether Fire, which had exhausted its original power, slowly recovered under this short-term nourishment.